Beyond The Grave

(18)There's This Guy. He Lives In My Room. Oh, Yeah, And He's A Ghost.

And here I am again!!!!

I can't think of anything else to say, so...

There's This Guy. He Lives In My Room. Oh, Yeah, And He's A Ghost.

Chapter 18

Miles's POV

In that moment, I watch so many emotions fly across Taylors face.

Confusion.

Fear.

Sadness.

Love.

Hope.

"Miles?" She whispers.

My breath catches in my throat.

But my hope is short-lived.

Taylor shakes her head, rubbing her eyes. "I must be going crazy," She murmurs.

No.

No, I can't let this happen, not when I'm so close.

I guide the leaf back to her, catching her attention, and then I guide it back to my writing.

With her watching, I write:

'Taylor <3 Miles?'

She gasps.

She can't mistake it this time; she had literally watched the words appear.

I write:

'No, Taylor, you're not going crazy.'

Her mouth opens and closes.

I move over to an empty piece of ground.

'Taylor, keep your mouth closed, you're starting to look like a fish,' I write.

"But-but-but- Miles, didn't you leave?" She stutters.

'I did. But I had to come back.'

"Why?"

"I'll tell you later, and Finn. I just want to talk. Or write, whatever. I'm just so glad you know I'm here."

"Okay. But... Miles, why can't I see you?"

I pause before writing my reply. 'You know what? I really don't know.'

She lets out a choked gasp. "I'm just so glad I can talk to you again, I've missed you so much."

'I missed you too."

She wipes her eyes. "God, I must look a mess."

She's kinda right. Her mascara is smudged all round her eyes.

I'm laughing as I write, 'My honest answer? You look like a panda.'

A damn hot panda, I add silently.

She laughs. "God, you're funny, Miles. I love you."